Brave New WorldA Poem by HelenFirst new poem written since joining WritersCafe - an attempt to improve on my style while musing on what that means and relapsing just a little into my repetitive style!Thin watery moon, foggy day Early walk, chance to pray. Crisp under foot, cold old day Striding out, no delay. Looming hill, muddy walk Up I go, no breath to talk. Hilltop view, vigorous walk The ground beneath me made of chalk. And I think, I reflect Lines of poetry flood my intellect. Are they mine, I begin to muse Are these my words that I must choose? I've been inspired,encouraged, challenged I've seen good and bad in my repetitive patterns. I've seen the value of imagery and metaphor and I'm stretching my mind to improve, Or at least to be open to change. Temptation here, it is so strong, To repeat the first verse like in a song, But if I am going to change, that would be wrong I need to work out where I belong in this brave new world of poetry. I have a tendency to try to rhyme Is that poetry, or from childish times? Towards simplicity, I am inclined Perhaps I'm not clever or refined enough to live in this brave new world of poetry. My walk nearly over and I conclude My style is mine, but it would be rude To ignore the advice, the food for thought as I have been moved by the poetic styles of true poets in the WritersCafe. Stepping over my threshold I decide to be bold - I will try to adapt, but if the truth be told I cant help but be me, and how I unfold is a mystery even to me. Back to the warmth of my home. There's no need to atone, For I resisted the urge to repeat that first verse. Instead, I sit with my pen and rehearse and play with the words until something like a poem forms in front of me. I have submerged myself, as far as I can In this brave new world, so spick and span. It's a new year, still early in Jan A new start indeed, but first I plan to indulge just once more in my repetitive style and explain in this brave new world who I really am Anyone can write a rhyme
So simple, simple, simple And so these poems, which are mine Are simple, simple, simple I'd like to be skilled at poetry Not simple, simple, simple But still, the words, they reflect me And I am not so simple. © 2021 HelenFeatured Review
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12 Reviews Added on January 7, 2021 Last Updated on January 7, 2021 Tags: Poetry, new beginnings, repetition AuthorHelenLuton, Bedfordshire, United KingdomAboutWhen I joined WritersCafe, I originally posted the poems I had written as part of my personal healing journey - childhood trauma to alcoholism to recovery. I wasn't sure if my writing would be of inte.. more..Writing
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